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"My momma always told me that boys and books don't mix. I believed her but I still wanted both. I wanted boys and I wanted to keep my books."
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Two coffins lay closed on different tables, side by side. Few people milled around in the small space of the room. Sympathy was written boldly on their faces, their expressions and body movements also sober and sad. Condolences were whispered around and arms held bodies in a way of comforting the bereaved.
A 'father and son' funeral would have been an accurate inscription on the large pictures that hung outside of the house, but instead 'Jeffery Afolabi Jacobs' and 'Jason Olujimi Jidechukwu Jacobs' were scratched in bold, plain letters on the banners bearing the pictures of two people Ifeoma loved dearly. The bold, deep letters sealed the deal. They were gone.
Outside, leaves from a mango tree fell down slowly and Ifeoma watched their spiralling, brown remains like a lifeless body. She was close but still far away from all the ruckus going on in the house. She didn't want any condolences or empathy. She didn't want anything that would prove that she was wrong even when she knew she was.
Like a ghost of herself she watched crowds of people move in and out of the house. The only thing that could prove she was still alive was the fact that she was breathing. Other than that, she was living without actually living.
It was exactly six days since the doctor delivered news of Jeffery's death to Ifeoma. At first Ifeoma was in denial. She could have torn the Doctor's shirt as she grabbed him, shouting, if Javier wasn't with her.
All she could say was he was lying to her. It couldn't be true. It just couldn't be. She couldn't accept the fact that the man she loved the most in her life was dead. But after the doctor repeated the news to her more than twice, a feeling of dread and shock washed over her. The floor caught her weight as she fainted.
Two days later, Jeffery was sent to the morgue and Ifeoma was taken home by Javier and Mr. Jacobs. She was still in shock even after spending almost a day next to Jeffery's body. A shell of herself, she couldn't utter a word or say or do anything. Tears only poured down like rain and she couldn't be consoled.
With a faraway look in her eyes, she waited at the door for Jeffery throughout the day. It was too hard for her to accept his death. The next morning however, as she sat on a chair outside, she noticed that a box had been delivered to the house. Javier came out at the moment and he caught her staring long at the box.
He brought the box to Ifeoma and she slowly opened it with shaky hands. Inside of it lay her worst fears confirmed. A scream erupted from her mouth and she collapsed immediately. Javier carried her into the house, very alarmed. Her fainting was becoming an everyday occurrence, which wasn't supposed to be and it scared him what it could do to her health.
Taking a few steps back to the scene, Javier found out the reason why Ifeoma had fainted from shock. In the box lay the burnt body of a baby. Except it wasn't just any baby. It was Jimi. The cultural beaded necklace on his neck told the story.
